Warlock Apprentice

The buildings in the underground market were placed together in a congested way. They all had very different colors and designs, but when joined together, they created a fantastic yet harmonious sight.

Angor walked on a path where different shops stood on both sides. There were too many people that he could not help bumping into their shoulders now and then. It was unimaginable that the town above their heads was peaceful with sleeping residents.

Smith shops, grocery stores, bars… Angor’s eyes felt a bit sore when he finally noticed a tailor shop.

This one was crowded with people as well. Most of the customers were female. Angor squeezed his way inside. Before he could talk to the shopkeeper, he noticed that there were only ladies’ clothes hanging on the walls and inside display cases.

“May I help you with something, Mister?” A young lady with a round face walked to Angor. She was blushing for some reason.

Out of instinct, Angor responded with a gentle smile. He then answered in a careful voice, “Do you only sell women’s clothing here?”

The lady was astonished by the question for a moment. “No, sir. We also have male customers. But our designer mainly makes clothes for young women. If you do request so, you can also place an order.”

Fosah, Laffitte and… Blackjack, in his usual black gentleman attire.

“Fancy seeing you two here, Fosah, Laffitte,” Angor greeted them with a smile.

The pair exchanged a look, then Fosah stepped up and smiled at Angor.

“We weren’t expecting to see you either. And good timing, I always wanted to apologize for last time. I really shouldn’t have done that. Do forgive me, please!”

“???” Angor was quite confused.

What the heck? Aren’t you Hookdick’s lackeys? Maybe you don’t want to fight, but shouldn’t you at least say something offensive? Hookdick’s gonna be disappointed!

Angor glimpsed at Blackjack and realized something. Maybe these two chose another boss to follow?

“That woman, Melaner…” Fosah spoke up again, “I’m really sorry. I was wrong about you. That bitch’s just a cheap slut. My boss told me. She found someone else to snuggle with the next day. An ugly old geezer!”

Angor was unsure where this was heading to. “Oh don’t worry, I’ve already forgotten about it.”

“Did you come to shop too?” Fosah asked in a friendly way. His eyes were shining deviously. He had already agreed with Laffitte that they should maintain a good relationship with Angor. If they could not be friends, at least they should avoid becoming Angor’s enemies.

Angor’s teacher was called the killing machine in the south! Only a fool like Hookdick did not realize it. Maybe wizards did not care about the life and death of their students. But what if Sunders was different? Fosah and Laffitte did cherish their lives. They would not offend Angor for real just because Hookdick asked them to.

Angor shook his head. “I’m just… looking around.”

Fosah was unconvinced, but he did not say anything. He kept a smile on his fat face.

“Oh! Almost forgot. Here, this is our boss, Mister Blackjack!”

Both Fosah and Laffitte showed sincere respect. As Angor believed, they used the exact same attitude when acknowledging Hookdick as their boss.

Angor was really puzzled now. Did these two consider being lackeys as their profession? They changed their boss so soon!

Blackjack humphed and walked to Angor with a really angry look.

Angor was worried that Blackjack had recognized his identity and came looking for a fight.

But in the next second, Blackjack calmed down and began to inspect Angor with a look of approval.

“Fafafa! Such good taste, man!”

Angor remained calm and waited for Blackjack’s further reaction.

“Which shop completed your suit? Tell me. Such a gentlemanly design! It’s almost-”

Everyone waited for him to finish. Almost what?

“Fafafa! I mean, it looks so brilliant!”

Angor felt as if the look of admiration in Blackjack’s eyes was going to materialize in the air soon.

Oh right… Blackjack is an admirer of Sunders.

“Sorry, I don’t know. I received it from someone as a gift,” said Angor. He walked around Blackjack and joined Dave.

Dave quickly whispered something into his ear, “They want to buy your ‘Tang Dao’.”

Tang Dao? Angor looked at the shelf and saw the three oriental weapons he crafted already on display.

Blackjack’s group approached Dave again. Fosah gave Angor another smile and turned to Dave. “So, the sword-”

“It’s called a Tang Dao!”

“Right, Tang Dao, whatever. Our boss gives you fifteen magic crystals for it. It’s our best price. You know, an alchemy weapon without any effect can only sell so much. This thing probably costs ten magic crystals in normal circumstances,” said Fosah with a sigh. “I tell you, you won’t find a better offer. The appearance of Moonfrost Passage raised the prices of weapons a little bit, but trust me, this one won’t go beyond fifteen.”